Children's Story

[Intro:]

Uncle Chucky, Will you read us a bedtime story please huh please?

Alright... You kids get to bed I'll get the story book...

Here we go...

[Game]

Slam the impala door hopped out what do you see

Some niggas hangin' on the fence lookin' at me

I had phat red laces in my Adidas

Big chain around my neck like mardi grass

So I stepped up to them is there a problem here?

One nigga lifts his shirt then he yells out "yeah"

So I turned around quickly and jumped in my car

I was about to hit the switch then I thought like "nahh"

So I reached under my seat, and I grabbed my shit

It was a chrome four five with the kung fu grip

Stuffed it inside my dickies as I jumped out the car

Kept my hand on the trigger as I walked to the store

One nigga walks in, then here comes two

"what did you do?"

I shot!

Are you crazy fool?

One nigga hit the ground then the other two scrammed

Now the cops are outside

Well i'll be damned

It was 7:15 on my rolex watch

And I can't do the time that my rolex got

And like the hands on the clock, I went this way, thatta way

Ran around the corner, and that's when I threw my gat away

And impala passes, its my homeboy clyde

He gave me the hand signal, so I jumped in his ride

It was a clean six fo, original inside

With no key in the ignition

Where'd you get this clyde?

Nevermind, I'm out, its a stolen whip

And I'm already runnin' from the cops and shit

So I hopped out the car like the Dukes of Hazzard

Then clyde yells out "you stupid bastard"

Start runnin though traffic and I almost get hit

I lost one of my shoes, its my airforce, shit

I'm haulin down the street with one shoe on

Walked straight into some niggas with all blue on

I only ran 30 blocks, how I end up in long beach

Cause in california the gangs in arms reach

He seen my red strings so he punched and caught me

So I knocked his ass out and took his boy out his barklys

I ain't seen these since 92'

I'm feelin like a bad boy without the shiny suit

Here the cops come, shit, so I dash behind a honda

And look who's here my baby momma's friend Rhonda

In the car kissin on this dope dealer, Chris

Little did he know he was suckin my dick

I start bangin' on the window, I don't mean to disturb

But Chris can you drop me off downtown, on third

He said why sure, waddup game hop in

He was bangin slick rick then I got an idea

Before we get to third drop me off right here

So I can walk inside the mall and cop some new gear

As I walked in the store they could see I was in a rush

So they bought me some jeans, a t-shirt and fresh chucks

Walked out the store, looked left, oh no

Ran back in the store, here comes the 5-0

So I ran real quick, made a move to the back

And knocked a cute bitch into a polo rack

Said sorry, jumped over her and fled to the back door

Then I kicked the shit open, you won't believe who I saw

Its the nigga chris in handcuffs, pointin at me

And the cops made him chase me before they let Chris free

One cop tried to grab me, and the other one missed

I got away with more time, and they both got pissed

Ran straight out the mall, spotted this blue coupe

'dogg pound' on the plates, that's gotta be Snoop

So I ran up the car and said yo snoop

The cops got me on the run need a ride nephew

Hell yeah bigg snoop, little homie hop in

He dropped me off in compton, that's when my story ends

Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh

Just another story about the wrong path

I had a big day, so I reclined my seat

It was a 20 minute ride to the C.P.T

Walked straight up to the house, pulled out my key

Opened my door it's my girl playin...